Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Kiss it,” I ordered, my voice thick with desire. “Show me how thankful you are for your correction.”
Mandy leaned forward eagerly, pressing her lips against my pussy through the delicate fabric. I gasped at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily. She began to kiss and nuzzle, her hot breath sending shivers of pleasure through me.
As Mandy’s tongue traced the outline of my pussy lips through the lace, I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her to where I needed her attention most, where it felt like the nearly overwhelming tension of the biggest day of my professional career had gathered with the greatest intensity. I felt like I had never needed anything more than I needed to come.
If Stuart were here, though…
The thought rose, and I saw Stuart’s huge cock in my mind’s eye, looming over me. I almost felt the ghostly bulk of him in my bottom, and I remembered how it had taken two days to feel like myself back there, after he had taken my final virginity.
If Stuart were here, I might need something else even more than I need this… more than I need to make Mandy pleasure me… like… like the good girl she can be… oh, god… the good girl she can be… the good girl I can be… when taken properly in hand… when Stuart takes me in hand… when he uses me hard to teach me a lesson… oh, god…
I knew at that moment that I had absolutely done this—booked the punishment room for me and Mandy—so that Stuart would punish me. I tried to shut the thought out, but it refused to go, and I didn’t really want it to go because it made me shudder, made me clench, brought me so close to orgasm that I could almost see the ecstasy hovering in front of me, as if Mandy’s mouth were my climax’s incarnation.
I pulled Mandy’s face away from my aching pussy, my breath coming in short gasps. “Get the strap-on from the cabinet,” I commanded, my voice husky with need.
Mandy scrambled to obey, her punished bottom jiggling enticingly as she moved. She returned quickly, the harness dangling from her fingers.
“Put it on me,” I ordered, stepping out of my skirt and panties.
With trembling hands, Mandy fastened the harness around my hips, her fingers brushing against my skin and sending shivers through me. The weight of the dildo felt both foreign and thrilling as it jutted out from my body.
“Now,” I said, running my fingers along the length of the silicone shaft, “suck my cock, you little whore.”
Mandy sank to her knees before me, her eyes wide as she gazed at the strap-on. Slowly, she leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth. I gasped at the sight, my hips jerking involuntarily.
As Mandy began to work her mouth along the length of the dildo, I reached behind myself with my right hand. My fingers found my dripping pussy, and I slid two of them inside easily. I worked them in and out, matching the rhythm of Mandy’s bobbing head.
I moved the hand further back, fingertips circling my anus. The memory of Stuart taking me there flooded my mind—the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness. I pressed a finger against the tight ring of muscle, imagining it was Stuart’s cock pushing into me.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, my hips rocking between Mandy’s mouth and my own fingers. “That’s it, you little slut. Suck my cock.”
I could see Stuart in my mind’s eye, his face stern as he bent me over his desk. I imagined him pulling my cheeks apart, exposing the tiny hole he had opened on his manhood. “This is what happens to naughty girls who think they can take matters into their own hands,” I heard him say as he thrust into me hard, with no further preamble, no soothing preparation.
The fantasy, combined with the visual of Mandy eagerly sucking the strap-on and the sensation of my fingers working both my holes, quickly pushed me to the edge. I felt my orgasm building, a tight coil of heat in my lower belly.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my body trembling. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come. You’re making me come, you bad girl.”
The climax hit me like a tidal wave. My legs shook, and I had to grip Mandy’s shoulder with my free hand to stay upright. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I cried out, my fingers buried deep inside myself.
As the aftershocks faded, I gently pushed Mandy away. She looked up at me, her lips swollen and her eyes glazed with lust.
“Please,” she whimpered, her hips rocking slightly. “Please fuck me, miss.”
“No, little slut,” I told her. “You don’t get to come. You were naughty, and we need to get ready for the meeting.”
The look in Mandy’s eyes made me swallow hard. I almost felt like I wouldn’t be able to leave this room until I had made her pleasure me again. Her face seemed so submissive, so needy… and yet so grateful.